Sitting on the sofa, Mrs. Yangli, who was very upright and charming, couldn't help but show a faint charming smile, and said:

"Oh, Kitahara-kun, haven't you had enough of the morning's games?"

Originally, in order to show off her charming figure, Mrs. Yori could sit opposite the sofa of Araki Kitahara, just to highlight her beautiful body curves and make the whole person exude more charm.

Looking at it this way, Mrs. Yori felt a deep joy in her heart for the approach of Araki Kitahara, and she couldn't help but smile happily on her face, as if her plan had succeeded.

At this time, there was silence in the living room, except for the two figures, sitting on the sofa.

The clock was moving bit by bit, and a noisy sound suddenly sounded in the originally quiet space.

Mrs. Yori fell to her knees on her legs, and from the front, you could see a charming face with a glittering charm on it, and her body was close to the sofa, supporting the weight of her body.

And the old god of Kitahara Araki was sitting on the sofa, looking at the TV opposite, and the natural animal world was playing on the TV.

The TV channels are full of life and contain the infinite changes of nature.

Mrs. Yori is busy in the small kitchen with her soft hands, in front of the tender and delicious chicken, as a top chef, Mrs. Yori has many years of cooking experience.

However, Mrs. Yori has not actually tried the new dishes yet.

For the first time to do such a novelty, Mrs. Yori was a little nervous in her heart, her face showed a faint uneasiness and shyness, and whispered to the Kitahara Araki who was sitting on the sofa:

"Araki-kun Kitahara, although I had such an opportunity once in the morning, it was too shy, I wonder if I will be able to make this delicate and delicious dish next?"

"It's okay, Mrs. Yangli, you can just try it, but when you cook the dishes, you have to be gentle, and the movements are a little more gentle, so that the chicken will be delicious and juicy, and rich in nutrients." As a diner, Araki Kitahara, naturally, wants to eat the best ingredients, but also taste the tender and juicy flavor contained in the ingredients.

Now sitting on the sofa, he proposed many constructive ideas for Mrs. Yori, the chef.

"Okay, Kitahara-kun, then I'll make saliva for the first dish when I come, and it just so happens that there is a small piece of chicken full of life in front of me, which looks like meat cut from a majestic rooster." Mrs. Yori spit the saliva in her mouth, then stirred the spice with her tender hands and began to make the most authentic saliva chicken.

After all, the name saliva chicken is understandable.

How can you do it without saliva?

So Mrs. Yori, who adopted the most primitive production process, collected her own saliva, and finally, with her tender hands, she kept kneading the rich juicy chicken, trying to completely block one of them.

Mrs. Yori's head swayed up and down from time to time, as if she was thinking about how to completely block the tender juice from the chicken, and her hands kept moving, constantly fiddling with the chicken on the cutting board.

"Hmm...... Ahem! ”

Mrs. Yori suddenly coughed in the small kitchen, her throat was a little itchy because she was too eager to make a rich saliva chicken, and she coughed loudly, her soft face was a little red, her orange-red hair was scattered indiscriminately, and her face seemed to be stained with some white things like flour.

The white dress had long since disappeared by this time, revealing a light as bright as in the moonlight.

Big, white,.

Araki Kitahara, who pressed his head lightly, as if thinking about some philosophical matter in life, moved slowly and hurriedly, and gave all his feelings to Mrs. Yozato, so that she could make the most exquisite saliva chicken dishes.

The sofa swayed and seemed to move because the floor was a little slippery.

But the teacup on the tea table was not poured, and the pale green tea inside did not leak out, so where did the clear water that suddenly appeared on the ground come from?

Araki Kitahara already had the answer in his heart.

At this time, the room has long been rendered by the sound of the TV, which is the life of nature.

At this time, the birds are singing and the flowers are blooming, and the so-called time and place are favorable.

When the time comes, so does the natural feelings.

As the new owner of the family, Araki Kitahara naturally bore the brunt of the brunt and vowed to work hard to add a new member to the family.

The fingers are like ants climbing, constantly expanding and contracting, and they don't care about some of the tea they get contaminated.

Mrs. Yori's feminine face showed shyness, and she sat on the sofa, very soft at this time, and let Kitahara Araki make strange little movements on the side.

The two were very close to each other, and they couldn't see the slightest gap, as if two pairs of intimate lovers were frantically giving everything.

The host's philosophical words came from the TV: "Spring has arrived, it is the season of revival of all things, and it is time for nature to show its other side." ”

The voice contained a faint philosophy, although the words were short, but there was a great truth, and after the man listened to it, he couldn't help but secretly admire the deep meaning contained in it.

Araki Kitahara listened very carefully, not only listening, but also practicing the skills that nature had passed on to him.

The two of them kept playing small games on the sofa, just like in their childhood.

When the rivers dry up and the sea dry up, the two sides can only use all their strength to shine the last bright light like prisoners at the end of the road.

The water dried up, and the river was completely dry.

However, suddenly like a spring breeze came overnight, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.

The river water, which was blocked by the embankment, was still higher and higher day by day, like a gradually rising mountain rock, which could not be stopped, and finally broke through the dense river lift, and the river water was like a rushing dragon, pouring down along the arid river, and it would pass three thousand miles in one day.

The white water of the river refilled the dry river, and in the midst of the continuous surging journey, a little white spray suddenly appeared, like a bright scene in life.

In the end, Araki Kitahara and Mrs. Yosato, who were sitting on the sofa, seemed to be one, and only one person existed, quietly watching the scene of the river flowing on TV.

The tea on the floor glows white, reflecting the brilliance of the white floor, or the white ceiling.

The original brown sofa has also become a little black because of the rendering of tea, because the fabric absorbs water, so it has become a little black and wet, just like the dew in the morning, which makes people feel emotional, very pure and beautiful.